The fuck is this shit?

Why is there some drunk black lady yelling over a piano? The fuck? This isn't fucking progressive rock?

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>black

You sound like an entitled college student

you sound faggoty as fuck

she's not black

>some drunk black lady yelling over a piano

lol

Nice bait m8 but try harder next time

It's my less favorite song on this album also lmao

It's so stupid and annoying

is the true. if so everything I thought I knew is wrong

You are right OP, this is not prog. Pic realted is way more prog than anything Pink Floyd ever did

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>Clare Tory
>black

Plebs. I swear.

of course its not progressive rock

anyone who thinks DSOTM is progressive rock is an idiot

You're absolutely right, OP, that isn't progressive rock. Only a pleb would say it is, so congratulations, you've passed the pleb test!

Here's some real prog.

It's a beautiful improvised piece.

Rick Wright at arguably his finest. It can be taken as both birth or death in the concept of the album.

rick wright is my dad

It's actually just Lou Reed doing a gay voice

Listen to the 1972 early demo version. its just a radio broadcast instead of yelling. really werid at first because your'e wating for it and it doesnt happen

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Roger Waters molested me when I was 9.

syd barrett slipped some acid in my drink when I was 5

I met David Gilmour at a restaurant once - we’d accidentally been given his table. Apparently he was fond of the restaurant and had a specific table he liked, and the management had messed up and gotten their days wrong, (it was Tuesday and they thought he was coming on Thursday or something like that). Anyway, the manager, completely embarrassed (this is a pretty nice restaurant) comes by and says “I’m so sorry, but we’d like to move you to another table if you could be troubled, and we’ll gladly compensate you for the cost of the meal and any other meal you’d like while you’re in town.” My sister and cousin were both like “Yeah that’s cool.” and I kind of played the asshole a bit. “I’m sorry, I just don’t understand. We’ve been here for 15 minutes - we’ve just ordered. Can’t we finish our meal here?” Then out of nowhere David Gilmour shows up next to the manager and says “Paul, these guys can finish. We’ll be at the bar. I got some time.” And I (being a big Floyd fan) said “Oh wow, uh… I had no idea. Please feel free to give them the table.” David was grateful, shook my hand and said thanks, then gave me a card with his number on it and told me to give him a call later. After working up the nerve, I gave him a call that night, and to make a long story short, we had a glorious 11 month love affair, man on man, that I shall never forget. Our bodies intertwined as one, and from the beauty of Morocco, to the French Riviera, to the snorkeling in the Galopagos, David Gilmour and I made glorious gay love to each other on six of the seven continents.

I remember it fondly

>not fucking in Antarctica
Man, David Gilmour really ain't shit